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We can't locate DCI Thistle Place. What a way.

There are police everywhere on the state. The main detective went missing.

Two of my friends are dead.

Actually, I think we can use the free promo.

You know what promo is?

The thief.

Matches dental records, this would be... Tobias George James, the 12th of

December. Whatever the specifics of it, let him rest.

So I'm making two pots of prune, wasn't it?

He was

planning all of it. He wasn't even hiding it. The man we are looking for is

Ray. Those nails, they're not even mine. I'm innocent.

Case is closed.

DCI won't full stop.

Thank you for stopping by, Michael.

Let's go up there and let's get up the wall.

Sir,

you might want to come see this.

And what do you paint?

I actually do paint the reality of today, but my own version of it.

Elaborate. Well, seeing usually means you open your eyes and you look at the

outside world.

But you can see another way. You can close your eyes and then look into your

inner world.

I believe it's best to keep one eye closed and look inside and the other

You have a fix on reality. What is going on around in this crazy world right

now?

That's a rather clear message.

No?

Then why did you arrest Man Ray?

Why did I... Why do you think we caught him with the bloody murder weapon?

The killer is playing with us. Again.

He's probably watching us right now.

The wrong man is in prison, Quant.

I can't get Man Ray off the hook for this, okay?

The higher -ups, they want him to go down. And so does Lord James.

He's not getting out of that cell.

Until we find the real killer.

Where are the bodies?

Thistle, he mentioned the possibility of hidden passages.

Maybe, yes, probably.

I mean, the cooks and staff have been in the kitchen working all evening.

They must have seen anyone that doesn't belong there, and definitely not anyone

carrying three dead bodies.

There's got to be two people, surely.

A killer and an assistant.

Or two killers.

All right, the exhibition is about to start.

None of the guests can know about this, sir.

He's right.

And we have to keep it that way.

We can't have a panic on our hands.

I'll protect the guests, guard the dinner and the exhibition with the

constables, okay?

Thank you, miss.

This is a very important night for Lord James.

Please, tell him that I'll be late.

I need to dig a little deeper.

Do you see Con? Yes.

Look, I don't need to tell you to be careful by now, okay?

But please, be careful.

Do you see?

So what is it about reality that inspires you? Oh, I don't paint reality,

Guggenheim. I paint dreams.

Oh, fascinating.

Dreams, really?

Yes. Wet ones, I hope. Oh, thank you, Lord.

As much as good food and fine wine has restored your mind, I would like to

your soul even further.

You may have read the gutter press this week and come across certain unfortunate

events that transpired at my estate.

Nobody stops death when it comes knocking at the door, in whatever form

guise.

It is with the greatest regret that I remember my dear cousin Sheila.

and our joint friend Nash.

May they rest in peace.

Respect is also due to the detective who tried to keep us safe.

His sacrifice did lead to the ultimate capture of our unfortunate murderer.

The killer turned out to be one of my favorite artists, a giant of 20th

art. Mr. Man Ray.

It wasn't me. I'm afraid he has gone to the devil.

It wasn't me. Shut up!

That's what you don't always say.

Let me out, you relentless bastards!

Release me or what?

Release me!

Release me!

Which won't diminish the importance nor the value of his work, I can assure you.

On the contrary, my lord.

He's white -hot.

For way too long, Man Ray has been focused on themes of death and

His art is simply stupendous, frightening, profound, and beautiful.

Now you will see it exhibited.

Be prepared to be shocked out of your comfort zone.

Brilliant. Oh, I'm loving this intrigue.

It is of my opinion that an artist can never go too fast.

Except when he, like our Man Ray, obviously did.

When he crosses to the other world,

there is no way back from that side of the stick.

But as you know, every cloud has a silver lining.

And Man Ray's demise means that peace and prosperity has returned to West

We are back to where we were, where we would like to reside.

In a perfect world, West Dean will always be this.

No applause.

I hereby invite you to a very private viewing of the new and visionary Names

Art.

Follow me to Moncton House.

Have you really been living here for years?

You sound concerned.

I don't think I like this place.

I know, my friend.

One moment it seduces you, then it grabs you by the throat.

Welcome to West Dean.

Where's Georgette?

I think she's got a headache.

I think Renee's making up for lost time.

You are aware of the situation, aren't you?

My bank is this close to seizing this entire estate.

Fully aware.

Wait a few more hours and once I start selling these works, you'll remember who

the boss is around here. I'll be happily waiting for that.

In the meantime, enjoy another glass of champagne, Babington.

It's on me.

Honey Quite a place sure on a budget exactly

Welcome

to the surrealist dream house where reality is broken where day is night

And nothing is as it seems, and vice versa.

Is this yours as well?

Yes, it is, Peggy. Yes, it is.

This symbolizes prenatal life. The memories I have from my mother's womb.

Yes, that's it. Can I? Yes, you'll feel ecstasy.

Wow. You see? It's extraordinary.

Yeah, you're a very experimental artist. Thank you very much. Is it expensive?

It is. I'm afraid it is.

You are extremely funny.

It's in the end.

Yes, Alena.

Will you write about this, Dr. Freud? I'd rather dream about it, and then I'll

write about the dreams or perhaps the nightmares.

But let's have a look at the killer's work, would you?

Killer?

I'll buy the egg. Is it even on sale? By all means, if you so desire.

50 ,000.

A breeze to impress my friends in my museum back in New York.

Yes, you're not the only one with your own museum, you know.

But I have the best art.

And not forever.

I'll buy the lot.

There's always more where that came from.

You see, it takes a particular talent to spot great talent.

You, my friend, just throw dollars at it.

I'm the one catching those dollars.

Bloody good show.

Cheers to that.

What does it mean?

This is not a pipe. Yeah, but it's true meaning. Well, it's not a pipe.

It's a painting of a pipe, a representation thereof.

Well, that sounds like the mortgage business.

You think you buy a house, but we the bank actually own it.

René? Georgette.

What are you doing here?

I was looking everywhere.

I was so worried.

What is this place?

I think there are several private exhibitions tonight.

I'm sorry for the drama. What is going on? Please don't kill us. Did you just

lock us up, Magritte?

No, I did not. And nobody is getting killed tonight.

At least, not for now.

I'll have you killed before you even touch us.

There's no need. I'm quite nervous as it is.

It's the first murder case I've ever saw.

Are you all right, McGree?

The question is, do you want to know? Know what?

Who the killer is. The mind behind this madness.

Manny is in jail.

It's not him.

Seriously, Sal?

You think he did all this from his prison cell?

Let's have it then. Out with it.

Okay.

Let's start with the first murderer, Sheila.

As some of you may know, I woke up next to the victim.

What many of you maybe not know is that the murder scene was choreographed as

one of my paintings, Les Amants, which was at that time safely locked into

my room.

The update has shown that both Sheila and I were heavily drunk. The wine we

drank that night was laced with laudanum.

The same laudanum that Dali used to fall asleep every night.

What? Is sleep a crime now?

No, no, no, not at all. But as a result, I was incapable of committing the

murder, let alone get the sonography right.

Thanks to D .C. Quant, she understood this before anyone else.

So the question becomes, who knew about a painting not yet shown to anyone here

in England?

It was me.

Ladies and gentlemen, my agent, Édouard Léon Théodore Mason, who some of you may

know for his fine manners and sober personality.

That's for sure.

Pushing your work is my job, Magritte. True. The fact is, ELT photographed this

painting when it was still in my studio in Brussels.

He then sent those pictures by post to this address.

He later rang a number at West Dean to talk to Lord James about my work. I

remember that. All of this to try and convince Lord James to invite a lovely

painter as myself to this exclusive event.

Someone in this house.

Picked up ELT's pictures of the painting.

And it could have been any one of the artists present that night.

Could have been both the tallies.

Manny, Lee, Max.

Even Nash.

It could have been anybody.

Great detecting.

No, he's starting to make sense. Let him talk.

Continue. Let's move forward to the second murder, shall we?

Nash.

We first thought Nash overdosed on opium. But no. Nash was shot with a

using sole bullets.

Quite a genius method.

Looks like a small bullet hole.

Well, there's no bullet in the brain.

No exit wound in the skull.

Owner of this gun,

Lee Miller.

Again with a toy gun?

Really? I know you didn't kill Nash, dear Lee. You had no motive whatsoever.

Except that you're a man, Ray.

Had a little affair with Sheena.

And got her pregnant.

He told you that?

Yes.

We are friendly. What do you think? That men don't share our dirty little

secret? Oh, I am loving the show. Well, his dirty secret was a dirty lie.

Nash was the boy's real father.

It's true.

He found out a couple of days ago when he arrived at the estate.

Such a sad life the little boy had.

And to die like that.

What do you know about that child's death, Mr. Dali?

Oh, more than most of us.

Dali was the man who tried to save this child.

And you're a hero for doing so.

How do you know all of that?

The money.

But if that's okay, I'm going to come back to that later.

Let's finish this murder first.

Because if neither Lee nor Man Ray killed Nash, then who did?

Nash was shot through the nose using salt bullets. What does this tell us?

same as the murder of Sheila. This is not about efficient killing. This is

making a statement.

Murder as a work of art.

It is hard work to kill, even when it's done.

How to deal with the bodies has always fascinated me.

Carrying them around, disposing of them.

So there has to be a practical side to the killings. We are all walking here

freely. How could the killer do his job without being seen?

I think our third victim came to the same conclusion.

The man who almost ruined our killer's plan.

He understood there had to be a practical aspect to the logistics of

killing. He went on a search, came too close, and had to be killed on the spot.

But this was a necessity.

This wasn't part of the killer's overall artistic view. No.

So, the killer used a secondary murder weapon.

A fake version of Man Ray's gruesome art piece, Le Cadeau. Isn't that right,

Isikwan?

A disturbing work of art combined with snake venom.

In the eyes of the killer, an improvised master plan.

But he made a mistake.

The original version of Man Ray's avocado has 14 nails sticking out of it.

The killer only used 11.

The officers arresting Man Ray missed this detail and took home the fake

placed there by the killer.

No, no, no, no, no. Those nails, they're not even mine. Put your tool down and

get your hands behind your back.

I knew man could never have done all those things. And yet he complied with

three things the detective always looks for.

Means, motive, and opportunity.

Jealousy, very strong motive.

Being lied to, very painful.

It was a big surprise when Sheila's fortune didn't go to Nash, her lover,

of her child.

Also, Sheila's inheritance didn't go to her only cousin and closest relative,

Lord James.

I'll have to admit I hit a peak when I'd heard.

But it couldn't have gone to a better person.

It went to Tali.

Oh, he didn't know.

And as he didn't know until yesterday, he had no motive whatsoever.

But why?

Salva helped his friends that day in Spain, didn't he?

He lied to the police about the situation in which he found little Sepp

parents. So there would be no investigation.

He later visited Sheila's estate, but refused her money that you considered

blood money to ease your conscience.

He's not responding.

It's because of you.

I saw it coming.

I never wanted this.

truly horrific scene, yet you still acted fast and got rid of all the

But Sheila had you already included in her will as sole heir.

And you inherited three million, thanks to Gala's signature.

Someone else in this house is desperately in need

of money.

Am I right?

Lord James, would you elaborate this sequence?

It struck us that the financial situation of the estate is pitiful.

An investigation into Lord James' finances led to the discovery that

poor investments were made into a failed project.

Today, a heavy mortgage weighs on all her assets.

The interest alone can barely be paid.

It is my belief that Lord James needs the profits of this very party to pay

her creditors.

Oh, please.

What's money?

To you it means everything, but to me it's just sad.

And yes, we've recently had some lean years, but this family is about

not years.

We have survived wars, disease, and crisis, and we will survive this too.

I am Lord James.

seventh generation.

And anyone that thinks that I would kill for some money is not making a fool of

me, but of themselves.

I believe you, Milord.

I mean, who am I to doubt you? I know you love us. You love us all.

But you love Max Ernst just a little bit more, don't you?

He's been staying on this estate for years, paying absolument rien du tout.

what?

During all these years, he had more than enough time to visit every little

corner of this estate.

Inside, pardon, and outside.

Just like this trompe l 'oeil technique in his own studio.

That's not my work, obviously.

But I kind of like it. The light on the side of the tree there is well captured.

That's not an easy trick to learn.

Anonymous was not bad at his craft, so I just kept it and gave it a silly name.

doors of perception.

What?

I didn't know that. I believe you.

The answers to all of your questions, or better, the only question, lies down

there.

So, if you would like to follow me...

Welcome to the true exhibition of the evening.

The first installation on your right is my first murder.

Nobody touches anything.

The beautiful but deceitful Miss Sheila Lake.

Oh, how she lied.

You didn't think this was worth showing me before, did you? I only just

discovered it.

We need everyone out of here and this place locked down. There's evidence

everywhere. Nash.

So hopped up on cocaine that he never felt a thing. This is now a Scotland

crime scene.

The third unfortunate murder is, of course, DCI Thistlewick.

Revolting and yet beautiful.

One of the most haunting installations that I've ever seen. I invite you to

witness my final installation.

Who is this artist?

Who is this monster?

And where is it?

Right there.

When I overheard my manager ELT talk to someone in the hallway recently, I

discovered that someone amongst us was more than we thought. A failed artist.

A flop. But in his own eyes, a misunderstood genius.

Forced to witness the so -called great put on a big show here.

I wouldn't claim to be an artist, but...

Thank you for thinking so highly of me. So this man wanted to show us who the

greatest truly was.

Mes amis, my dearest friend, may I present to you the killer of Westin.

Archibald Tooth.

Open it. Get it open now.

Stop looking.

Quickly!

Get back, everyone, now!

Over here. Try the other side.

It won't open.

You can't get any air.

the time you hear this, I shall have already departed this world.

Get back, everyone.

Consider this my final gift.

Get back now, this is a crime scene. Where art and oblivion dance together in

mortal harmony.

Farewell.

It's not as simple as it seems.

In surrealist art, we constantly want to play with the question.

Is it a dream or real?

A joke or a tragedy?

Oh, fuck me, what was that?

It's a terrible, awful thing. No.

Well, yes, of course it was, but what a thrilling ride.

Can you feel your heart beating, Peggy? Isn't that what we want?

To live?

I mean, eat, drink, fuck, fine.

But getting so close to death that you can taste it, lick it.

That's what it feels to be truly alive. Well, I'm glad you had a good time.

Quiet now.

No one must know how depraved I am.

Is that you?

Lee? Ma 'am?

It's me.

I'm released.

Apologies, sir. Cup of coffee, Brandy. Who did it? They got the bastard?

It was the butler, Jude.

He killed himself in front of everyone.

Some kind of obsession with being a mad artist or some other bullshit.

God, we got locked in with a murderous amateur.

He makes the rest of us look normal.

I'm so happy you're not hurt.

I can survive on my own.

Look, I'm sorry for everything.

Look, I love you. I truly do.

Stay put.

Comb your hair, brush your teeth.

I'm coming to get you out of there. I am counting down the seconds.

Oh, big night.

What for?

Art.

Not about art, E .L .T., don't you get it?

Money.

History.

Bye, ELT.

Safe travels.

You're quiet.

Come on, Salva. Haven't we had enough drama for a week?

You lied to me.

I didn't.

And now I think, with a nice bit of money in the bank, we deserve a long

holiday. What is it?

RMS going married to New York.

We're leaving the old continent, my dear. I don't trust this Hitler and his

Nazis one bit.

Thanks to our new friend Nancy Connors.

State rune.

President's suite.

Ah, by the way, she bought all your works.

All of it?

Yes. Top dollar.

Think I might love you more than I hate you

This

week friends and family met their end of what should have been a celebration of

art and love Their loss will always be felt at West Dean. My lord, my lord,

Manchester Guardian.

What do you have to say about persistent rumours about your financial situation?

Some say not much remains of your fortune. Will you be out in the cold

winter, my lord? Are you broke?

Those who move the world will always be the subject of speculation and nonsense,

usually coming from those with nothing to lose and no dreams.

All that negativity stops at the gates of this state.

In here we celebrate only the beauty of human beings.

Lord James, what...

Nicely done.

Congratulations.

It doesn't feel like a celebration with all of his death, but I'll be glad I'll

be back home.

Just paint. Leave the detecting to you.

Still, I appreciate your artistic touch.

The way you transformed from an amateur detective to building this devilish

puzzle. It looks impressive.

This doesn't feel like a victory either, does it?

Why not?

Work's not quite done. I think there's more.

Wait, what do you mean?

It's just a feeling I have.

If you're in Brussels, let me know.

Magritte, what feeling?

Why was Jukes able to have his own way?

Lord James is such a powerful person, and he's just a little warm. Maybe she

knew about it.

Or he had something on her. I thought the exact same thing.

Do you have a theory?

Lord Denver disappeared.

Declared dead after some time.

Lord James becomes heiress after his death.

He gets all this, only there's not much left.

Debt, bad investments, and there was no corpse until our frogman pulled that

skeleton out of the lake.

Do you think she killed her brother?

I can't prove it, but I think Duke knew the truth of Lord Denver's death.

And if so, he had gold in his hands, and he dictated the law to his boss.

I don't know.

Lord James thought Dukes was just this strange, frustrated little man who was

too sad and insecure to do anything other than serve.

She never thought he would go so far, but once he did... It was too late. The

guests were already arriving, and she desperately needed those guests. Voilà.

I'll talk to her when she's recovered from this.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't wait too long with her.

She must know every secret on this estate.

You want to come with me?

No. No, I need to go home now.

You'll figure it out.

I understand.

Magritte, one second.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, I can't. This all had no relatives or children.

I think you would have liked the idea.

Please.

You sure?

Go on.

Thank you.

Make sense?

Thank you.

Okay.

Take care.

Very nice hat.

Do you like it?

You know, I... I'm proud of you.

Why?

For having caught the murderer.

What's that?

Another murderer.

By the way, the last one.

It happened much earlier than I thought.

You want to go back there?

No. No, we'll take care of it later.

It's not our story anymore.

Okay.

There's a funny place in this area.

A small house, isolated.

It seems uninhabited.

And I always thought that the murderer used it as a plank.

And then the police found this skull, do you remember?

So I said to myself, maybe their Denver didn't disappear at all.

Someone knew about his death from the beginning.

And if he drowned in the area, I'm sure other people knew.

People talk, manipulate, seek revenge.

No matter their wealth or status, everyone wants to count.

With the compliments of Archibald Jukes, my lord.

And this one is from Lord Denver.

The vengeance.

Lord Denver took me in.

Gave me a second chance when nobody else would.

Jux used Jay Putz's respect for Lord Denver and made sure he finished the

The message said, one more murder after all.

What's that?

Doesn't it look like it's Christmas in New York?

Queen of White Star Line?

How did you get your hands on it?

Doesn't matter.

Let's take it as a new start.

Okay?

Shut down the thing.